and in the future I will decide everything. Is always! You better get used to it! You promised, remember ?! - he habitually ended the argument. After lying down a bit, he took in his hand a wrinkled, already dried penis, and, having crushed him, stood up. He sat down on her, made a soft dick between her breasts and stroked her cheek. She sighed and, raising her head, stretched her lips to him ...

Part 13

When her course was graduating from the university, Inga, not hoping for anything, asked him to allow her to go to issue diplomas and congratulate fellow students. After some persuasion, Amin unexpectedly agreed.

“Yes, of course, there will be with me ... an accompanying person,” she said quickly, anticipating his ultimatum. “He will accompany me to the toilet so that they won't kidnap me from there.” I, of course, do not mind.

He looked displeased at her.

- This is for your own safety. You are a family member ...

Inga hugged her husband:

- I am so grateful to you ... You'll see, everything will be fine! Only ... I don’t have a single phone number of my friends ... former, but I would like to phone in advance.

After a pause, he moved his mobile ...

She booked a hotel, phoned her friends through Yulia, made an appointment ... Inga flew to Russia with mixed emotions. I was glad to see my grandmother, and was anxiously awaiting a meeting with Anton. She tried to persuade herself that their affair in the past and all her feelings had already cooled ... She did not doubt the boyfriend, but she did not. At times - what to say! - Often she fantasized about how their lives would have been if they had married then. Probably would not be rich ... Are you happy? She had no doubt that yes.

When she met her grandmother and left her in a hotel room, Inga viewed with envy her friends who had changed and not very good fellow students over the past years: carefree, single, free ... Everyone was happy, even those she barely knew. Even the former rival Julia. She was a celebrity, an Internet person, the wife of a promising young foreign businessman and politician, who was also remembered by some. In the eyes of some fellow students, their novel flowed, the details of which no one knew. She also saw Anton, who greeted him from afar, but did not come close and tried not to look in her direction.

At a banquet in an inexpensive restaurant, Inga got into conversation with her friends. Everyone complained that they could not communicate with her, finally exchanged phone numbers, were surprised that she did not use social networks. They were interested in her family life with a rich and famous husband there, they remembered how he once paid for their parties. They laughed at Julia, who missed her chance, she joked the most. They talked about how they both suddenly disappeared a few years ago, and how it was rumored that they were married, and how it turned out to be true and everyone was surprised. Viewed photos of their daughter, were touched, what that pretty. They handed her mobile inlaid with gold mobile, were interested in price. Her friends told how they saw on the Internet materials about their family, with their photos in the interiors of their houses, and Inga confirmed that yes, Amin occasionally lets journalists into her life when it is necessary for business. The girls asked how it was, to have servants and lead a high life. Inga was sparingly sharing how she ran the house and staff, noting that she was fulfilling her husband’s wishes.

In the conversations, she almost forgot about her question and finally, nevertheless, she mentioned about the hijacking and hijacking of the aircraft, because of which the message with Russia was interrupted and resumed only recently. She said that she flew on that flight. The girls looked at each other:

- And when was it?

Inga recalled. Julia immediately remembered that she had heard something somewhere, but without details. No one else remembered such a fact. Girlfriends climbed into the Internet, scoring information in search engines. Nothing ... Inge became embarrassed, and she changed the subject.

The party went on.They danced and photographed a lot, fooled and laughed, raised endless toasts for future happiness. Inga also danced, spitting on a gloomy guard who settled far away from her, but in appearance. She received countless compliments from fellow students and seemed to return to a careless youth that she did not catch up with. Invited to dance her and Anton. Having nestled on him, Inga didn’t feel almost anything, only slight discomfort, as if with a stranger. He tried to say something, but she put a finger to his lips and shook her head - “no need”. As if she did not want to destroy something big and important in the past.

The banquet ended, all stupidly loafed around the hall, drank and ate, someone else danced.

- Let's go to the toilet, - Julia called her.

Inga wanted to refuse, but went. There, Julia suddenly grabbed her arm and dragged her to one of the booths, opened the door and pushed her there. Anton was sitting on the lid of the toilet bowl, at the sight of Inga, he got up.

“Here,” said Yulia assertively, “led.” Talk, otherwise he will not give.

Inga mockingly looked at her friend:

- Yes, you yourself tell him. Do not you communicate? Same you sent him a photo for me, well, then, when I could not return ...

Julia froze for a moment, paused, trying to answer something, but only said:

- You fool ... Both of you ... fools.

They stood opposite each other and were silent. It was impossible to change anything, and both understood it. Their beautiful love once became as if miserable and unimportant, retreated to the side, making room for other emotions turned to other people. Her love for her daughter, caring for her husband, and above all the devouring passion for her, Amina changed her. She understood that the girl in love from the past was no longer and would no longer be. After thinking about and comparing some facts, she even guessed that Anton had no particular fault in front of her and he most likely did not cheat on her then. The girl even assumed that and who was behind those hoaxes that made her once hate her lover and throw herself into Amin’s arms. But everything has already happened, each has his own life, and her life is not easy, yet she is closer to her than that young, romantic, but irretrievably gone.

- I am guilty before you ... forgive me ... I want to hug you, but I am afraid ...

She stepped toward him and they embraced. Pleasant, warm, nostalgic feeling, but no more ... She still did not feel anything but regrets. Anton began to remember the days when they had a quarrel allegedly because of his infidelity ... When she saw him in a cafe with a girl ... Those compromising photos on social networks ... Inga interrupted him:

- Yes, I know ... not that I know for sure ... I suspect who and why has arranged it.

“He,” said Anton. She nodded.

- How do you live with him !? Sorry, this is not my business ... But how ...?

- We have a child ... I live ... - sighed a girl.

He hugged her tight.

“The girls here told me about the plane.” Well, he was captured, hijacked, and that you were there and could not return.

She hid her head in his chest, as if she wanted to hide from the terrible truth that she began to understand. He looked into her face:

- I searched the Internet ... There was no hijacking, you know, not. In any case, the information would remain, but here ...

Inga covered her mouth with her hand, not wanting to listen to the obvious. No truth could change anything in her life. A guard was waiting outside her door, a daughter and a husband were waiting at home. She will not be able to hide or escape from him. All that can be stolen, it has already been stolen, however, much has been given, but as much has been stolen. Anton tried to wipe away her tears, and she pushed his hand away so as not to spoil the expensive makeup.

“We have to go,” she looked up from his chest.

- You know, I did not believe when those photos came to me. And that you yourself flew away with him, also did not believe. I waited for you, called and wrote. Yes, but you did not answer ... Then your wedding, the whole Internet is filled with your wedding photos. Then I realized that everything ... I almost drank myself then ...

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